I don't want to sell rot

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Nan Jia: "Take it down."

Yan Suizhi: "Oh."

Nan Jia: "Don't get your feet close."

Yan Suizhi: "Your feet are cold."

Nan Jia: "Aren't your feet blistered? Why don't you move? Doesn't it hurt when I touch you?"

Yan Suizhi: "...it doesn't hurt."

Nan Jia suddenly sat up from the bed and said in frustration, "Forget it, I'll go outside—oh what are you doing! You said don't touch my waist!"

Yan Suizhi hugged him and pulled him back to the bed, "Sleep."

Nanjia: "Hey, let me tell you, don't get me wrong. There are so many houses collapsed outside, and the teacher and I searched for a long time before we found so few empty houses. If you didn't bring so many people here, you wouldn't have to squeeze in a room." Make the bed...I'm serious, we're both innocent now, don't blame me for turning against me if you try again. "

Yan Suizhi quietly listened to him, and put down his arms around his waist obediently, and lay down obediently, "Okay, don't move."

Nanjia: "..."

Was Yan Suizhi really burned out?

Since he came back from the small clinic, he has been silently following him, even when he went to the toilet, he followed him to stand guard, his face was still expressionless, but his eyes followed him around.He didn't refute what he said, although he was always silent before, but this time he revealed a flattering atmosphere.

Like a shikigami summoned by oneself.

If it wasn't for the fact that he suddenly and domineeringly asked to share the same room as her when the room was allocated, Nan Jia would have thought he had been timetraveled.

The two were silent for a while.

They all stared at the beams of the wooden house.

Nan Jia finally couldn't help but sighed: "You said...why did you come here?"

When he was washing up before going to bed, he found the man's haggard face and blue eyes. When washing his feet, he even saw the blisters and chilblains on his feet, which was shocking.

From the mouth of that stupid bodyguard, he also guessed that this road from the nearest county town would take an entire afternoon to drive a car. It has been snowing heavily for the past few days, and a team of them walked over step by step.

City S is warm all year round, Yan Suizhi must not be able to adapt to such a cold day.If he didn't have the habit of exercising, he probably... wouldn't be able to hold on, right?

And all of this, just for yourself?

...Impossible.

"My grandfather used to say that you have to fight for what you want. If you step back, no one will hand it to you," Yan Suizhi's voice was still hoarse after recovering from a serious illness, "but It is only now that I realize that what I want, someone held it in front of me, but I turned a blind eye like I was blind."

Nan Jia: "...not anymore."

Yan Suizhi: "Why are you being so polite at a time like this?"

Nan Jia: "I mean, you are not too blind when you see me from so many people who handed it over."

Yan Suizhi: "...not many people."

Nan Jia: "It doesn't matter."

Yan Suizhi: "Nanjia..."

"Forget it," he turned over, turned his back to Yan Suizhi, and said in a muffled voice, "Stop talking nonsense, I know what you're going to say."

Even if he wanted to pretend to be a fool, he couldn't, so he simply stopped listening.

Well, even if Yan Suizhi really didn't know where his brain was damaged, and suddenly his conscience found out that he wanted to make it back forcefully, he didn't want to play with him anymore.

Just being silly once is enough.

Why bother to provoke another person who is not in the same world as yourself.

He never understood what Yan Suizhi was thinking.

I was fascinated by the beauty before, and felt that even if I didn’t know what he was thinking, I should just express my thoughts—if the distance between two people is too far, then if I work harder, I can get closer ?

But later it turned out that firstly, Yan Suizhi didn't care what he was thinking, and secondly, he was far less calm than he imagined.

He thought over and over for a long time, and finally in the darkness, he heard the person next to him speak again.

Yan Suizhi: "Today is Valentine's Day."

Nanjia: "So?"

Yan Suizhi: "I like you."

Nan Jia: "……………………………????"

Yan Suizhi: "Good night."

Nan Jia: "…………… Wait a minute."

Yan Suizhi: "Fall asleep."

Nan Jia: "Then if you have the ability, don't hold my hand!"

Yan Suizhi: "Where do you want me to catch?"

Nan Jia: "...Where the hell do you want to catch? Don't come over here, don't touch your hands! Let me tell you, I haven't showered or washed my hair without water and electricity these few days!!"

Yan Suizhi was silent for a while, and then said, "Is this the real reason why you rejected me?"

Nanjia went crazy: "No! Shut up! Go to sleep!"

Yan Suizhi scratched his palm, then obediently let him go, "Good night. Happy holidays."

67

Nan Jia originally thought that she would be too entangled to fall asleep, but in the end she had the warmest and most secure sleep ever.

Not even a dream.The quality is too good to fly.

Having a bed partner with a high body temperature makes me happy... Nanjia complained in his heart. When he wanted to climb into bed, Yan Suizhi sent him away with a hot water bottle. Now he still wants to coax himself back?

Dream it.

The next day is New Year's Eve.

There was only one grandfather in the family they boarded with, and his sons were all working outside and did not come back this year, so they guarded the three-story wooden house alone for the New Year.A bunch of them came here to celebrate the New Year with him, but he was so happy that he was boiling water and cooking early in the morning.

It was the first time for Nanjia to celebrate the New Year in the countryside.

In the past, he was basically with Wang Gefei's family, enjoying the New Year's Eve dinner, and Wang's mother would not let him work, so he played games with Wang Gefei in the house every day.

But Nanjia is a customer now, so he can't be the shopkeeper.He, a kitchen killer, didn't dare to go to the stove to mix, so he beat his hands and washed vegetables by the side.Yan Suizhi, as a recovering from a serious illness and the boss, did not join in the fun, but sat next to Nanjia, staring at him, as quiet as a chicken.

Nanjia: "..."

What to do when the pressure is suddenly great.

People here are not used to using high tables, so everyone sat on low stools less than [-] centimeters, gathered around the campfire and ate hot pot with bowls.Nanjia has gotten used to it for a while, but seeing Yan Suizhi's embarrassing appearance with his long legs almost nowhere to put them, he still feels secretly refreshed.

What they like most during the Chinese New Year is to kill pigs and make soup. On the low table next to them, there are a few plates of fried, fried or steamed big fish and meat. The meat is so bad that they can't bear to look directly at it. People like Nanjia who love meat after a meal I kind of miss the cabbage.

In particular, the dishes that Yan Suizhi cooked at home were all well-balanced and well-balanced in nutrition. At first, he thought it was too bland and tried not to mention it, but after coming to the farm to experience such a rough cooking style, Nanjia Only then did I realize how exquisite Yan Suizhi was...cute.

Involuntarily glanced over at him, Yan Suizhi stared at the large piece of fat in the pot in the mist of the hot pot, without moving his chopsticks for a long time, only took two mouthfuls of rice in the bowl.

...Almost forgot that he was still a patient, eating such greasy food was probably more uncomfortable than himself.

Nan Jia sighed, thinking that I was just caring for the patients, she went to the house of the aunt next door who liked to listen to his singing the most, and borrowed two cucumbers, and then threw them to Yan Suizhi.

Yan Suizhi was startled, his eyes were full of mystery and a little excited: "?"

Nan Jia: "...make a salad."

Yan Suizhi: "It's okay to hint something."

Nan Jia: "Cut it off."

Yan Suizhi: "..."

Seeing Yan Suizhi finally finished his meal with cold cucumbers, his eyes became brighter.Nanjia was a little proud and a little bit mentally retarded.

Since he decided to draw a clear line, why give him hope?

Before he could think too much, Professor Feng came.

Professor Feng is nearly half a century old. He is Duan Li's teacher at B University. He is upright and has made a lot of achievements in folk music. He is well-known in the industry. This time he came to G City for research.Nanjia has always been on a wild path. With her passion and talent alone, she has never attended a serious class.Duan Li asked him to come here as an assistant because he wanted to introduce him to a teacher.

Because there are not enough rooms here, Professor Feng lives next door, and came over to ask Nanjia to work just after dinner.They originally planned to visit more than 30 villages to sort out the development history of musical instruments and changes in music styles here, but the heavy snowfall seriously delayed the progress, so Professor Feng was also in a hurry.

Nan Jia went upstairs to pack her things, while Professor Feng kept looking at Yan Suizhi.Yesterday, Nan Jia just introduced briefly, saying that Yan Suizhi brought his staff to do team building, and the two met unexpectedly.

Yan Suizhi felt a little uncomfortable looking at him.As usual, coming out of the closet would not be a problem for him at all, but the key is that Nan Jia told him very seriously yesterday: "Professor Feng is rather old-fashioned, and he hates being gay. I don't care if you come out, but If you hurt me a little bit, get out of here immediately."

Yan Suizhi: "...Didn't you say that Duan Li is his student?"

Nan Jia: "Otherwise, why would Teacher Duan let me take the lead?"

Duan Li probably wouldn't have guessed that the music friend she accidentally made had already turned into a mosquito coil.

Professor Feng might want to hit someone when he found out.

Yan Suizhi eagerly took the red scarf and green woolen hat that Nanjia forcibly threw over in the morning and watched him leave, but he didn't expect Nanjia to turn back 10 minutes later with Professor Feng.

Nan Jia: "The road is too difficult to walk, Teacher Feng fell down."

Professor Feng's face was not very good-looking, and he waved his hand to indicate that there was nothing wrong.Nan Jia was very worried, "Teacher, take a good rest first, I'll go by myself, I'll watch it after so many days. Besides, I brought a voice recorder, if it's not well organized, you can change it."

Professor Feng: "Forget it, at most, I will go back a few days later. For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, just stay in the house."

So Professor Feng just sat down in the living room.

A group of rough guys were still playing cards, but when they saw the professor's appearance, they also recalled the fear of being dominated by the teacher at school, and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.Fortunately, a sudden call came at this time, and everyone shouted to watch TV.

The TVs in the countryside all use outdoor antennas, which are installed on the roof like a pot, so everyone calls it "Tian Guo" for short.Sometimes the signal is not good, and people need to go to the roof to adjust it-it turns out that the signal is indeed not good today, and it is full of snowflakes.

Nanjia also lit up a lot of skill trees by climbing up and down in the past few days, and immediately volunteered to go up, but was stopped by Yan Suizhi.

Yan Suizhi: "It's too dangerous."

Nan Jia: "I've bought insurance."

Yan Suizhi: "...you won't pay for this kind of death."

Nan Jia: "Bah, bah, bah, why are you cursing me so much during Chinese New Year?"

Yan Suizhi looked at his lips. Although his skin had turned white in the winter, it was... still unbelievably cute. He looked away, feeling that he was too hungry, "I'll go."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the men below couldn't sit still for an instant.

"I'm going I'm going."

"Boss, I have full marks for my tree-climbing skills."

"Leave me alone! I love working at heights the most!"

Professor Feng: "...Aren't you in sales?" Why do you feel that the skill tree is wrong?Could it be an omnipotent MLM organization?

Nan Jia glared at Yan Suizhi, and pushed him onto the roof.

So in the room, Nan Jia and Yan Suizhi shouted and talked upstairs.

Nan Jia: "Have you got it?"

Yan Suizhi: "Yes, there is...ah, it's gone again."

Nan Jia: "So?"

Yan Suizhi: "Come in a little more."

Nan Jia: "Are you ready?"

Yan Suizhi: "Go out a little."

Nan Jia: "Have you got it?"

Yan Suizhi: "Now we have it!"

Everyone: "…………"

The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone~!